Encumbrance
The source of our sins is our delusions.
We taint our thoughts with faux-morality,
And socio-economic poisons—
We cloud the percepts of reality.
We do not understand that hostility
Cannot offer us any solutions.
Likewise, there is little temerity
In taking pursuit of retribution.
We resist seeking the purified mind,
Resigned to the clutters of our comforts.
What clarity might we possibly find
By abandoning our futile efforts?
Why do we not concede to ignorance
When it would recede our full encumbrance?
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Entertained With Ideals to Match
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Those who have dealt with the reality of things...
Have seemed the most disrespected,
For professing the obvious.
While those deluded,
Have always been detached.
Preferring to be entertained with ideals to match.
The mavericks and the nonconformists,
Have long lived lives referred to as fools.
And few of them seem saddened...
To have been separated with a peace of mind,
For them that soothes.
I do understand,
The lost of interest in reality.
And I can sympathize with those,
Who have chosen to manifest...
And let grow their delusions.
Although I do wish,
They someday will find solutions...
For their mental conflicts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 5 Resist Even Out Here
Resist... resist with all my strength
Sometimes i find it hard to resist
I find myself thinking thoughts not be thought
It seems that to not think in this way makes my mind twist
This battle has been fought
Many times before
Yet the thoughts that are there to abhor
Not to surrender to... they're pleasurable O
As i grind my toes inside my shoe
And steady my jaw I resist the urge
And thoughts of the other... I wish to purge
These thoughts of any candidate for my wife
The one with which i spend my life
I must resist even when I rest
And I cannot let my guard down even after a hard test
They plague and pervade my mind
Though I like these thoughts... I still must find
Some peace from them, because for me they
Often are evil... how fey
Resist...resist... with all my mind
poem by David Knox
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The Mind
My mind
Oh! my mind
can’t understand you
my mind.
Oh! my mind
What are you?
The Human?
The Devil? or
The God?
How can I find
your inner side?
What are you?
Dwelling in the crown of my body
creating illusions through imaginations
raising hopes and expectations
causing perplexity and confusions
an illusion seeking the truth
and the truth becoming an illusion.
Oh! my mind
whatever you are,
you are
taking refuge in
reflection of my thoughts
or taking flight
to limitless horizons
of the universe.
You are indeed
My mind.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Distractions
Distractions
~
I seek to distract myself
So thoughts will not be forgotten
More kept elsewhere for a while
Have them otherwise entertained
A busy mind has no time to idle
To wander about the what ifs and whys
Those fruitless agonies considered
In the dull silences and quiet hours
It’s a duel of attention, distraction
When strong thoughts resist my ignorance
A book becomes a struggle
While the wayward mind wanders still
Thoughts resist to be kept at bay
However I seek to distract myself
To leave certain thoughts for a while
That I may rest my soul
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Choices Unwisely Made
Unfortuately...
A vote against reality,
Does not prevent its presence.
To choose to combat delusions,
And decaying fantasies.
Ushers in a clarity.
And does not waste,
Choices unwisely made.
To keep truth resisted.
Or a foolishness debated.
Yet...
Still the darkness of ignorance,
Remains cheered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cloud Nine[Doin Fine]
Darling part of my life it wasnt very pretty. see, I was born and raised
In the slums of the city.it was a 1 room shack and slept 10 other children
Beside me.we hardly had enough food or room to sleep. it was hard times. i
Needed some thing to ease my troubled mind.
Listen, my father didnt know the meaning of work. he disrespected mama and
Treated us like dirt.i left home seeking a job that I never did find.depressed
And down hearted I took to cloud nine.
Im doin fine, up here, on cloud nine. listen 1 more time, Im doin fine, up
Here, on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me, they say give your self a chance son dont let life
Pass you by,but the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongly
Survive.its a dog-eat-dog world and that aint no lie. it aint even safe no
More, to walk the streets at night.
Im doin fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you about cloud nine. cloud nine, you can be what you want to
Be,(cloud nine)you aint got no responsibilities,and every man,every man is
Free (cloud nine) your a million miles from reality, reality I wanna say upper,
Higher,upper, up, up and away.
I wanna say I love the life I live, and Im gonna live the life I love, up here
On cloud nine.
I, i, i, i, i, Im riding high on cloud nine.
Your as free as a bird in flight, (cloud nine)theres
No difference between day and night (cloud nine)its a world of love and
Harmony, (cloud nine) your a million miles from reality,reality wonna say
Upper,higher,upper, up,up and away. cloud nine you can be what you wanna
Be,(cloud nine)you aint got no responsibilities,(cloud nine)every man and his
Mind is free,your a million miles from reality, you can be what you wanna be.
Im feelin fine on cloud nine.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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The sciences which take socio-historical reality as their subject matter are seeking, more intensively than ever before, their systematic relations to one another and to their foundation.
quote by Wilhelm Dilthey
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Dual Personality for C.P.Sharma
Dual Personality
Sometimes I try to concentrate.
My mind decides to deviate
and gaily goes its sweet way
Against my will I have to say.
Although I love to fantasise
I often find to my surprise.
My mind is playing tricks on me.
Accepting as reality.
Strange things which cannot possibly
exist outside of fantasy.
Perhaps my mind is free to go
to places that I cannot know.
Bound by my frame of reference.
To where there is no difference.
Reality and fantasy
can coexist quite happily.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
It seems to me quite possibly.
My mind does not depend on me.
An independent entity
which is quite free to come and go.
I am convinced it must be so.
Although I know I’m always me.
My mind remains a mystery.
Am I my mind? Is my mind me?
I ponder on it frequently.
It seems to work efficiently
but how it does still baffles me.
12-Oct-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Futile
assimilate the night
they cut into your brain
they crack apart the skull
and stick the wires in
the computer releationship
a flame into the flesh
a cut into the brain
a cut runs in your face
you can't believe your head
you can't believe your eyes
nobody can escape
the futile assesment
the futile assesment
oh, futile
we're futile
futile
you're futile
futile religion
futile expression
your futile aggression
a futile obsession
oh, futile assasination
you'll faulter
your generation
your immoral futile assimilation
expressionation
annihilation
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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A Lady's Response to 'The Proposal
How might you be my everything, my heart's tutelar,
When I shan't allow thee to be, for me, too famular!
I need not, thee, nor any other, to be most veracious-
I shan't allow that my heart be for thee, too commodious!
You may not be its guardian, as I see to its coffer,
I resist the enticement of your most beguiling offer!
You hold me in the highest esteem, I do not understand;
Yet, I too must abide by my heart's wanton command!
I need make alliance betwixt mine own heart and thine own mind,
I shall need too, allow: that we two be amorously intertwined!
My every thought, you shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As I sleep, or as I am awake, thoughts of thee shall ne'er pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to accept this calling, amorous;
My heart brims with emotion, yet shall remain commodious!
You too, shan't need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is ever more-
My heart is most captivated-I concede, thee I do adore!
My wants are wants of your own, sikerly, I feel the same-
My heart and soul thieved-further denial would be for shame!
Dreams I had coffered are now dreams to which we aspire-
For you are the solitary source of my mind's true admire!
I shall be for thee: your heart's faithful guerdon, your confidant,
Most trusted friend, your sunshine in the rain and duteous appreciant;
The world shall behold the truth that hath captivated my heart-
All shall revel, as I, in all the wonder and love you do impart!
Remiss would I be, if but one single moment lain waste
Whence I celebrated not, the magnificence therein graced!
Maurice Harris,22 March 2010
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Self-Resistance
In time,
Everyone loses his real self
And becomes society’s
Non-being and slave,
Dreams dispersed and annihilated.
To survive with soul intact
One has to learn self-resistance:
Resist bowing your head
To the will of the machine
And accepting living death,
Resist abandoning your feelings
For callousness,
Resist doing as you’ve been told
And laying your heart to rest,
Resist every superficial substitute for love
That makes you less than human
So that your own image in the mirror
You detest.
If you fail to learn self-resistance,
Your child within will never flourish
And your original face will disappear
And the flower of your highest thoughts
Will fade on the sunless paths
Others have destined for you to tread.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Helpmeet for M 'lady Ann
I don’t pretend to understand
the workings of a woman’s mind.
It is much easier I find
to let her know she can command
My full attention when she needs
someone to listen to her woes
and this apparently succeeds.
Though why or how no man can know.
She doesn’t want solutions
she merely wants to ventilate.
(A fact few men appreciate)
until her fit of blues is gone.
The female mind’s a mystery
which responds well to sympathy.
2-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Run To The ONE Who Comforts
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.
And with the ONE close you can bet,
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Who it is you know,
To recommend and suggest...
What it is that you should do,
When the ONE who does it best...
To,
Comfort.
And take that weight off your chest.
And...
Comfort.
To put your mind at rest.
And...
Comfort.
To eliminate those tests...
Others want you to go through,
To keep your life in a wrecked mess.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.
Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
And...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
Run to the ONE who comforts.
No 'other' can do this best.
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
And put your mind at rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doing It To Find My Own Solutions
Even if I sat 'unsure'...
I'd have no doubts in my mind,
What it was I did.
And to do it,
With the best of my ability.
Acknowledging I was not seeking advice.
But doing it to find my own solutions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Embellish A Nonexistence Has Adverse Effects
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
It is more important for them to impress,
Than to honestly address their own issues.
Something blocked in their minds,
Will not allow them to do this.
And quick they are to misinterpret reality.
They believe reality is something to twist to fit,
A determined wish to see,
Life from their prespective.
And only a life lived to experience as is,
Can be received to accept to adjust...
Not correct to reject what is presented!
Ego fed insecurities,
Addicted to seeking acceptance...
Are protective of their delusions.
And easily offended,
By a truth that is to them directed.
To embellish a nonexistence,
Has adverse effects.
And adverse effects are difficult to keep,
From being exposed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doubt
To doubt too often deeper doubts succeed,
upon itself it’s self perversely feeds,
sad skeins, dyed grey or black, back interbreed,
and darkly hung, strung cloud mind wrung. Foul weed
whose sole success seems self-destructive need,
whose cancers cluster, to each breast accede.
Nor church, nor sect, nor rosary, nor bead,
successfully may ever intercede
to shrug such shackles so dark doubts recede
unless the mind lets aching heart re[a]d bleed,
and heed pain’s flow, outgrowing grief, concede
that stress-free sojourn can’t be guaranteed...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lonesome Passion, Economic Desire (for Cris Mendoza Caguintuan, dubai)
I had supposed to
publish this piece a week ago
but my dark mood and miserable thoughts
ate up my time until today........
I am alone and lonely
but I am not lonely
of being alone
lonely in thinking of
lonesome memories
lonely
in thinking of that too much
idealism becomes you weak
and leads in the path of stupidity
beyond reality
verse makers are born beggars
golden verses uttered from their golden minds
are nothing but a poor supplement
for economic turmoil
therefore, what benefits to have
a brilliant minds
whose ideas is as wide as the open seas
but his life is ruined by economic misery
learn how to work and toil
my friend
myself
even if it is not our burning desire
but be cautious
mostly our heart in doing
rebels to our hand in moving
an inner struggle of mine
i find hardly to resist
till when?
I do not know
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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A Purpose That Remains Effective
Solutions and delusions both,
Have a common connection...
To the existence of a reality resisted.
All three appear to be totally distanced,
From anything decided to be concrete.
And the ones who claim they know what it takes,
To eliminate today's confusion...
Are said to have answers to bring relief.
Although...
It could be debated,
That those deluded have found a solution...
To permanently confuse reality for all.
And with a purpose that remains effective,
Few can honestly say a success has not been achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seeking Evidence
I could stop right now in my tracks.
And not concern myself,
With taking another step forward.
With clues I've left behind,
For you to retrace...
How I did what I did,
And what took place.
Laced with tasty unhidden facts!
Still you would be seeking undisclosed evidence,
To waste more of your time.
Believing you'll discover something to find,
To win and grin at the finish line.
Since your mind is not convinced...
I do not, have not or will not regard you as competition.
I look upon you more as a nuisance on the pursuit.
And somewhat of an annoyance that doesn't take hints.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's What A Growing Does
Long before I met you,
I was introduced to myself first.
And that meeting took awhile,
Before I felt a clarity.
With a clarity noticed I wanted to know.
And to let go of that which I did not need.
Now with clarity and identity intact,
I can understand...
Why today you say I've changed.
I have learned that's what a growing does.
And I hope that growth continues to show.
With a letting go of that which my mind does not feed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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